Dinnertime here for a beautiful Blackbird……

Enjoying the fat cake

Getting stuck in

Ready for the off, dinner done for now

For others in this Challenge, please click here.

Today’s poem, one being posted every day this month of national Poetry Month, had to be something linked to my photos so here is Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem ‘The Blackbird’. The ‘gold dagger’ of his bill is very evident in the photos.

O blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may’st warble, eat and dwell.

The espaliers and the standards all
Are thine; the range of lawn and park: 
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
All thine, against the garden wall.

Yet, tho’ I spared thee all the spring,
Thy sole delight is, sitting still,
With that gold dagger of thy bill
To fret the summer jenneting.

A golden bill! the silver tongue,
Cold February loved, is dry:
Plenty corrupts the melody
That made thee famous once, when young:

And in the sultry garden-squares,
Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse,
I hear thee not at all, or hoarse
As when a hawker hawks his wares.

Take warning! he that will not sing
While yon sun prospers in the blue,
Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new,
Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.